6 May 2002
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Martha Stewart is on Rosie. It's like worlds colliding. I know that everyone has a dream of running her own magazine, but is it necessary for Rosie, Oprah and Martha to all cash in on this? Thankfully it appears that Mary Kate & Ashley's publication sank and drowned. (Like they need their untalented little grubs in every medium?) Speaking of Oprah I've fallen into the normal Lady of Leisure habit of watching her almost every day. Except Tuesdays because I really cannot abide Dr. Phil. (We're talking about one of her better shows from last week, on fertility, on the forum.) The job search is still underway. Last night I found this amazing ad agency that's hiring copywriters and everyone who works there brings their dogs to the office. That is all I'm saying for now, as I have some sort of crazy jinxing myself karma lately, but I told Al that Montego will really be able to sing "K 9 to Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiive" and that would make it all worth it. On Saturday, Court and I had a few minutes to kill before the 5 p.m. showing of Spider-man, so we wandered into Tiffany & Co., ostensibly to look for wedding gifts, but we were over browsing the diamonds in almost no time. One of the sales reps was telling me about the Lucida and the uniqueness of the cut while I just stared at this amazing two-caret diamond. I practically had to wipe my mouth. After he put the rings away and we thanked him for his time, we were walking away when he said "You know you can wear it for a few days, but you have to bring it back." Court and I stopped in our tracks and our jaws dropped. "Really?" we excitedly gasped. We leaned in like zombies, arms outstretched, our eyes mere hollow shells, our souls stolen by Tiffany. "Oh no no no," he said. "I'm just kidding. That was really mean, huh?" We walked away dazed from being so close to such dazzling beauty and Court kept asking me "You didn't think that one was too much, did you?" "Oh no," I said. "You should get whatever you want." At least she has a boyfriend. I was the one all looking just out of diamond desperation. Then we concocted a plan to get her boyfriend, James, to set me up with a new associate at his firm without either of them really knowing it. "I'm all over it," she told me. "I'm good at this." Besides James really has to pass on the good getting-set-up-karma as he and Court are a couple thanks to T and her husband-to-be-in-less-than-three-weeks, C. It seems all of my friends here are coupled. But that's okay, as I genuinely like all of their partners and don't mind hanging out with them together. And all of my friends are the same people around their boyfriends as they are away from them, and that is key. Key. Yesterday I tagged along with Al and Chris to their favorite Mexican place for margaritas and queso to celebrate Cinco de Mayo. Chris gave a shout-out to his "roots" by wearing a Don't Mess with Texas T-shirt and ordering Corona (bottled in San Antonio, you know). We got a table outside with minimal wait, ordered this crazy, delicious white queso and I got sort of drunk off one margarita. I think that was mostly the sun's fault. And that second drink I had. I had to wait it off at their apartment, where I was subjected to basketball. Thankfully Murphy was there to keep me company. (Evidently Montego has to get her act together and stop playing so hard-to-get because there's a new Poodle in town.) Murph is truly the MOC's child because he gets excited about beer and can fall asleep about anywhere. And also, he's full of the love. The notify wants you. And the forum wants you to help me get a job. Seriously.
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